-Karla

I was leaving USF, at the red light where Turk cuts through Arguello Blvd and turns into Balboa.

I was a bit languid with my clutch play shifting from neutral to first and sustained a honk from a new Cadillac Escalade two cars behind me. I took off with a little pep, he passed the car between us and pulled alongside me to my left.

The windows were totally tinted out.

(FINISH)

(1st to 2nd)

There is a car on my head

“Loving does not at first mean merging, surrendering, and uniting with another person (for what would a union be of two people who are unclarified, unfinished, and still incoherent?), it is a high inducement for the individual to ripen, to become something in himself, to become world, to become world in himself for the sake of another person; it is a great, demanding claim on him, something that chooses him and calls him to vast distances.”

Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

Art: Hamlet by John Austen, 1922

Let’s go to war

The assessment client said to me in the elevator.

VA said to the OT students.

“I am a lucky guy,” he said to them.

And my heart warmed.

What a clash of worlds.

“I didn’t know where to park, so I parked down the street!”

And when I got home:

“The people in the front looked scary!”

“No, but they look like good people.”

“The reason I brought the cookies was because I didn’t like imagining these poor people expecting the cookies and not receiving them.”

As I stepped out into the bright Sunday morning light, I found, yet again, the performance blue paint glowing. All the accents were illuminated in such a muscular way.

“This car wants adventure. It wants to be driven hard to a Sunday morning brunch somewhere in Mill Valley. Where you order a giant breakfast burrito stuffed with egg, cheddar, chorizo, and avocado.